Sometimes the worst thing about having suicidal thoughts is the knowingness that nobody would care enough to stop you.
And I don't mean that in a way as if I were looking for attention but it just kind of amplifies the encouragement of dying because literally it wouldn't change anyone.
I'm meaningless and I accepted it.
Taking fate into your own hands should not be frowned upon because sometimes it's your only escape.
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Nyctophilia
Poetrynyc·to·phil·i·a • A preference for the night or darkness (triggering - rambles about life's worst moments, thoughts I've collected for a while)
